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lirik lagu mmhmm – kyzo kidd

(part one)

[verse 1]
look, yeah
i’m one n*gga but i’m like a army
n*gga, what’s yo’ army to a scary storm
even under weather, you can’t harm me
better; i’m immune to the sh*t of bulls
lift a finger, leave a n*gga shook
plant a tree like “i wish he would”
ankle chains like a shackled foot
oh, ya’ b*tch prolly in the wrong hood
or the side of the country
this n*gga p*ssy, it’s bound to get ugly
i know a lil chick who dyin’ to f*ck me
i put up my hood every time i’m public
dance now
put a beam on his head, that’s a headline
bullets sharp, they gon’ shapen his hairline
water around my neck like a well
time to get up off my ass
wish me well, slime
uh, hurdle up, hurdle up
b*tch, huh
cut her up, cut her up, wrist (d*mn)
that lil b*tch gon’ put my d*ck in her hand, hold it like wii stick (uh)
we stick, i stick, slip a lil’ d*ck in her p*ssy
you know i dip (d*mn)
i was down bad on my d*ck ’til i came up
now i gotta couple chips (uh)
bust a n*gga in his lip til’ his sh*t drip now he need a lift
pick him up, ship him out, somebody call up motherf*ckin’ godd*mn ambulance
uh, huh
he need ’em
d*mn, don’t f*ckin’ mislead him
d*mn, choppa on me, big drums
can’t see me, john cena
(part two)

[intro]
yessir
(yeah)
yessir
n*ggas ain’t f*ckin’ with me no, no (mhm, mhm)
okay
let’s go
let’s go, like!
d*mn, huh
d*mn, huh
d*mn, huh
let’s go, like! (huh)
d*mn, huh
d*mn, huh
d*mn, huh
let’s go, like! (huh)
d*mn, huh
d*mn, huh
d*mn, huh
let’s go, like!
let’s go, like!

[verse 1]
look
okay, ain’t no debating
b*tch, zo number one
and he hot like the touch of the sun
yeah, i’m up to something
better stay on yo’ tongue
my pen sharp like a pencil or pointing a gun
gotta keep integrity or keep insurance
cause the devil’s waitin’, open hands and arms
oh, but never belittle him
liable to do harm
with a choppa, not pitiful
little as big sean
but we got big choppas
and they can’t stop us
i smoke my dreads out just like a rasta
they smoked his mans out
brains out like pasta
she goin’ insane now
she ain’t thinkin’ i got her
but i got you, baby
nine, ten years later, see us, weddin’ locked up
ain’t locked up cause god knows that you did a lot
duckin’ potholes, f*ckin’ racin’, dashin’ from the cops
you gon’ cop? no?
then don’t call up
you wit’ the opps, ho
d*mn, i feel like gato
this choppa touch him like screens
watch him die, woah
d*mn, cut it, el chapo
give him a beatin’ then get paid like capo
all of my n*ggas, some dogs, for sure
i call ’em ‘kujo the pack’
don’t step up if you ain’t ready ‘nough to act
bronem come up and hit him right from the back, ho
[hook]
mhm, mhm, mhm, mhm
mhm, mhm, mhm, mhm
mhm, mhm, mhm, mhm
mhm, mhm, mhm, mhm (let’s go! huh)

[verse 1]
damage something
n*ggas ain’t from my planet, so f*ck ’em!
feelin’ like nick cannon, i’m drumming
heatin’ up like a volcano, eruptin’
can’t believe her wildest fantasies
f*ckin’ her til the morning, she’s a fan of the l*stin’
she loves it, she hits me, say “baby, come f*ck me”
don’t touch me
this sh*t can get ugly like man with no money
diamonds on me
come here
cartier glasses, them the frames
f*ckin’ on yo’ little b*tch i hit the whole group of friends
d*mn, do that make me a f*ckin’ groupie?
d*mn, we shot a movie, no movie
d*mn, spike tarantino
cut it up, ho
n*gga chop it up and screw it (d*mn)
and yo’ lil b*tch like a hammer
she wanna get right into it

- kyzo kidd

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